Donald is Nuts!

 

Donald J. Trump is insane. 

That’s been well-established as fact for a long time. Ask his niece, Mary Trump; the one with the Ph.D. in clinical psychology. Or ask Dr Bandy Lee, author of ‘The Dangerous Case of  Donald Trump’. If one were still unconvinced of Donald’s ‘peculiarities’ by now, perhaps, you, too, need professional help, as they say.

He’s nuts. Round the bend. Off his rocker. Cuckoo. Bat-shit crazy.

Listen to him speak. He spins fairy-tales. He’s in Ga-ga-land thinking he’ll be back in power in August. (exact date TBD). He’s a dotard; a tottering old fool whose trophy wife has to tell him to pull up his pants in a whisper.

I prefer to accept that as the more accurate manifestation of his insanity. Although the more violent one certainly has its merits.
Donald the Dotard as opposed to Donald as Lex Luthor, which I find too hilarious to contemplate for long.
(More on that later...)

The temptation is to try to fathom Donald’s mind. The Pundits succumb to that temptation as part of their job. They usually make the mistake in assuming that Donald is not insane. Unfortunately, he is insane.

Bonkers. Out to Lunch. Gone.

Long ago, I determined that going into the mind of an ‘unbalanced’ individual was a no-no. It led only to shared insanity. It was a very unhealthy exercise.
However, I can imagine Donald’s mind being akin to watching ‘Plan 9 From Outer Space’ meets ‘Serpico’ in a shattered carnival mirror.
With a Danny Elfman sound-track.

Trying to figure out some rationale to explain the action of Donald J. Trump at this time in his life would require entering his demented, deluded, narcissistic, fractured and corrosive world.
He’s nuts and that’s all I need to know. That goes for the (chortle) Proud Boys, too. 

Side-bar: Has anyone tried to explain to those schmucks what a fakakta name that is? Really. When geeks get geeky over guns and start their own secret club, is that it? 

Donald J. Trump is a mewling simpleton. Or he will be by the time the prosecutors in New York are done with him. Right now, His minders have to remind him that they are his minders.

He wanders into a private wedding and blathers on about election fraud and secret ballots. Imagine if he were your Uncle ‘Whats-his’ (poor thing…). Crashes a wedding, grabs the mike and proceeds to rail utter, absolute nonsense.

He’s not even drunk and he does that? Wow!

I contend that Donald has gone ‘round the bend and off the deep end.

The alternative to Donald as Dotard is Donald as Lex Luthor.
It is too laugh.

Donald as an evil genius? Or rather a kind of crafty, devious bad-guy who wants to believe he’s a Mafi Don but from a TV sit-com. Hilarious, right? 

But, when ‘Evil-Normal Genius Don’ is coupled with a whole passel of ammosexual MAGA-mutants who watch for Q-drops and secret instructions in the smoke, watch out! 

Aviso! Mis en garde! Peligroso!

Now, bad to worse, add the Proud Boys (smirk) in the mix; listening for coded messages in the insane gibberings of an ambulatory basket-case, while simultaneously planning ‘The Storm’ with the pudgy, addle-brained WWGOWGA mob, who give the ‘Boys’ encouragement from the bleachers to do something so radical that it goes like, viral on all platforms in… like… immediately!

Then, what can we expect?
Here's what: Dotard Donnie meets up with the minions from their mother’s basements and the QA-ninnies who all manage to shoot themselves in the foot and get it posted on Instagram at the same time.